Wednesday, 11 September 2013

I
had just finished dressing up after my bed bath when the team of doctors
arrived for the ward round. I had been on admission for a while and was
recuperating nicely. The doctors came very early (6am) as usual and
they looked like crap like they always did that early. Not a nice sight for
sore eyes. Definitely not my idea of eye candy. They always looked like
something the cat dragged in or like someone just kicked them out of the bed
(which is probably close to the truth). I actually promised to give one of the
doctors a shaving kit for Christmas. Little minx that i was. Anyway, they checked
my wound, confirmed it was healing nicely and i would live and moved on to the
next patient.

I
snuggled back as much as i could on the hard hospital bed and when i eventually
woke up, a very beautiful lady stood opposite my bed. Lady beautiful smiled and
waved hello. I smiled and waved back. I wondered which of her relatives had
been admitted. I hoped it was someone interesting because the wards are mostly
boring unless a new patient was getting admitted which caused a flurry of
activities or you had a crazy one on the ward. We had a resident crazy one who
usually gave my mom details about all the visitors i get after they leave for
home. My very own personal cop.

We
hardly got beautiful visitors with cute smiles so i stared. Her skin looked
caramel soft and she had a brilliant smile to match. She had long flowing
locks, curvy body with full rounded hips, ass and boobs. (I notice God's goodness so stop looking like that Mo, i'm not bi *tongue out*) Now, she was a sight
for sore eyes. She was definitely my idea of an eye candy.

I
drifted off again and when i woke up, lady beautiful, whose name i later
realised was Ophelia, was lying on the bed opposite mine. She was actually the
patient. Incredible. There was no obvious sign...well until she stood. I
noticed she wasn't balanced on her feet and shook a little. Sickness is no
respecter of beauty. In the few days that followed, we got talking and bonded
well. She told me she was based in Abuja and was looking for a job before being
diagnosed with brain tumour. She explained how she had been having recurrent headaches
she initially thought were migraines until someone suggested cerebral malaria.
It wasn't until much later when it got worse with difficulty walking, dizziness and eyesight problems that
she discovered
it was actually brain tumour. She was later referred to the hospital for
surgery but due to the long list of people awaiting surgery, hers was slated
for some weeks.

She
was my very first mother in-law. She promised i was going to marry her son. See,
my cougar ways go way back lol. Her husband, Frank was quite an eye candy
himself and such a gentleman. Their son, Iyke was the cutest most adorable baby.
The apple certainly didn't fall and roll off into the next farm. Mr. Frank worked
for a private company in Lagos but after taking too much time off work to help
his wife, he had to quit. A few days later, her job appointment letter was
delivered to her on the hospital bed. I remember the day it was delivered, she
was ecstatic. For once, i actually enjoyed being admitted. She was so much fun.
We would talk about boys and school, my fears, hopes and she would gist me
about everything.

When
her relatives came visiting, it would be like we were having a cocktail
party...well except for the drinks. It was beautiful and upped my morale a lot.
Her husband used to sleep in the car because families weren't allowed to sleep
with patients but you would never guess. In
as much as i knew there were no guarantees in life, this was one of the cases i
knew would end well. It was the cutest naija-couple love. You live on the ward
long enough and you kind of figure out the ones that'll walk back home healthy.

A
flurry of activities woke me up one morning and i groggily opened my eyes to
see panicked faces. Ophelia was vomiting and having difficulty breathing. Nurses
were in a panic. My mom, who is very slim dragged the biggest-sized oxygen tank
from the nurses' station to Ophelia's bed side. She was quickly scheduled for an emergency
surgery. Thankfully, she came out fine although she was in the Intensive Care
Unit (ICU) for a few days just to be sure she was in the clear. She came back
out and i was almost giddy with unbridled joy. You would have thought she was
my sister. She certainly acted the part.

A few days after, she was telling me
about how she was going to feed me fat for her son with cornflakes when i
realised her words weren't making sense anymore. She was rushed back for surgery
but she didn't make it back out.

It's
been a while since it happened and i just sometimes wonder how Iyke is doing.

October
is cancer awareness month. Let's all do something to make it count. If you notice symptoms that do not
go away, please see your doctor immediately. Don't procrastinate on your
health. Don't depend on Tylenol. Abnormal pulse and breathing rates, deep, dull headaches that recur
often and persist without relief for long periods of time, difficulty walking
or speaking, dizziness, eyesight problems, including double vision, seizures or
vomiting are some of the symptoms.

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